I live in a small fairly modern apartment block in the heart of the Bangkok central business district surrounded by huge office towers. I am a one minute walk from Surawong Road, about 2 from Sri Phaya Road and 5 from Samyan MRT underground station. But I live in a maze of tiny streets where Thai-Chinese shophouses and rooms for rent meet the occasional (usually run-down) apartment block and even the odd slum here or there. This is an area populated by a transitory army of university lecturers, university students, fair sized African and South Asian communities, a few Russians and a few other Europeans and Americans intermingling with the long-timers.
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Independence Day
It’s the long wrong way
To the farm bar grill and Tokyo
Think I’ll take a little walk across the line
God, you are an evil man
Seems you wanna make humanity a crime
Gulping from the green latrine
There’s a simple antidote our energies
Purring, like you’ll never feel
You’ve got something a do
You’ve got something a do
You’ve got something a do
You’ve got something a do
Tootsie’s got a weigh-up on the mind
Bo Bo’s not a clown today
She’s just looking 50 -25
Debbie’s got this life to bear
You’ve got something a do
You’ve got something a do
You’ve got something a do
You’ve got something a do
Started innocuous a carton of wine
It was the hoopla era had a hell of a time
Now we’re staring at glass at broken glass as our shoes
Falling through pavements
Just an earthquake to boot
Could it get any worse?
You know I’m not gonna lie
So tell me one more untruth
But fuck it, fourth of July.
You’ve got something a do
You’ve got something a do
You’ve got something a do
You’ve got something a do
Bucket Lisp
This grey coat
Tell on me
I’m home again
Is it flesh or bone
Looking back
So unforgiven?
Man, I dunno
Certain things
Bout this condition
Building these walls
Took so long
For demolition
Racing through the cars in Copenhagen
Ripping up my heart in the petrol station
Wow did I know it was over
Finding you whole
Arms and eyes, and recognition
Make it worthwhile
How to say?
The future’s a gibbon
Turn, into the warmth of the sun
When I stray
Go that other way
Bucket, with the list and the scum
Tip ’em into the ground.
Racing through the stars in Copenhagen
Tearing out my eyes in the ultimatum
Wow did I know it was over.
(There’s probably not a spider in your banana, btw)
Woe, woe, woe, woe, subterfuge
World come crashin’ down today
Why can’t you see that the echo’s explosion
Cuts through the i of your leiderhosen?
You’ll be dead and I’ll be frozen
Turn, back, now.
Birds in the trees in the astral knots
Circling me and the gecko’s thoughts
The Polish Armada on an airborne mission
Fits like the spades of the shit you’re pissin’
You’ll be gone and I’ll be missin’
Stun, gun, time.
LOL Mr. Freeze from A Winter’s Tale
Thinks cos he’s feared he’s an ultra male
And the amnesty is flailin’ on the old dark mountain
Fire in the hole as the wolves surround him
You’ll be dumb and I’ll be accounting
Five, four, three.
To one I know from the hotel days
Games that we played in the crystal maze
Never got around to drinking caipirinhas
Blood lust dressed as a ballerina
You pass sane and I’ll be the dreamer
Mai?, Oh, Mai.
Woe, woe, woe, woe, subterfuge
World come crashing down today
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa subterfuge
World come crashing down today.
Borderline: For flourishing multiculturalism in Britannia
Borderline
It’s been 7 years alone here, wasted
Half the time
Fighting wars inside I’m led
Whatshername?
Sink hole signature in my confusion
Oooh, the blame
Solo tiger watch ’em go.
Jonathan
It’s been so long not a whole lot of fun
You’re the one
Who could turn this on its heel
Damage won
Just uneducated hope that madness
Will become
King of all these crooked minds
Beers is fine
We’re all tourists here
There’s no need to fight
Shine a life
On illusions spinning real
Scaled the heights
It’s a miracle we touched down upright
Hail the night
When these borders disappear.
Borderline
It’s been too long hanging on here
Wasted.
Leaf
Bellicose silence, stranger and known, recharging slowly, slowness in nowhere, perched on a seat facing backward on a bus. Lately taken to crossing off ticks, no more crosswords, real sunglasses, soft blue cotton on unlitigant knees. Steps and stares, an empty anguish, vulnerable it seems to nonsense remarked, susceptible, to non-ideology: Blue suit jacket and blank new attachment, accounts from the boom, woven and spun, each the other the other its own, intrinsic webs, patterning inward. It’s about to rain. And as one remembers another asunder, we were just two leaves, fallen on one another, stuck by that rain and frozen by the season. And now you see it was perfect weather, to hold and to stay, to evade decomposition, if only for a while.
The CEO of your own company, for what it’s worth, akin to being on this bus, in a foreign country in peacetime. The old modern bus, full of comrades, men conscripted to the task of maintaining peace – like cats like fish – and everyone on the bus has a love letter romance, a guy, waiting, like it’s Dallas, ’63. But you don’t know anyone, and you’re no soldier, and nobody is waiting, and home is a broken mirror. You’ve become the CEO of your own company, that jokey wine conversation about our sexual organs, the picture from your movie in Paris on a mattress, the feeling, as the power cuts out, like it often does in the Himalaya. Your guide, the sub conscious, waves and palms. And you forget to pretend the interactions are transactions.
Add Lib
To be an Ecumenical Atheist one should meet the following criteria:
How do you do?
What do you do?
What are you going to do?
Or
What are you doing?
Now neither 21 nor malleable.
Asakusa Paper
The old and the new.
Brexit & Turkish Coup
Back in 2009 us Confusionists started to talk about how in spite of all the confusion sowed by those that control society, people would start to see how things really were. The recent cases of Brexit and the failed Turkish coup are good examples of this. Continue reading
